I don't know WHY I changed tenses in the last chapter. I must have been real flipping tired when I wrote that shit. Safe to say I've fixed it. Sorry for this taking so damn long. Picking where I was going and what I wanted to do was hard, and I hashed it all out about a million times and kept throwing what I had away. So here we are.

Let me know what you think. It's rough, I didn't edit as much as I usually try to.

This chapter jumps around. And I cut out a LOT of the movie scenes because well... it's not the best out of the trilogy, lets face it. Generally everyone who is reading this has seen Riddick (2013) so I don't feel as though I have to explain in depth exactly what is going on. If you need me to explain it, message me, I'll be happy to relocate you to Wikipedia so you can read the movie summary.

If you're going to tell me this chapter is a cop out for the rest of this particular movie... I'lld probably agree with you. But that's not to say that it's not written well. *puffs out chest* I'm not that cocky, trust me. xD Just let me know what you think ok?

They were dying.

Fiona wrapped her arms around her body, staring out into the rain from the ramp of the ship. Johns and Riddick had left her, Luna, and Dahl behind to retrieve the nodes. Everyone else was dead. Blood, rain, death, it was all a distant memory that flooded her mind as she stared out at the ground that was getting pelted with rain.

They were clinging to Riddick like he was the savior. She could remember standing in the folds of sand as they gathered the light and strapped themselves into chains and holsters. Helping Johns into chains, trapping her bounty hunter into a small space, not knowing then if they were going to live. She could remember the way those poor defenseless people looked up to him as though he was the king of darkness and he was going to pull them from this mess. Scratch free.

She wouldn't be that woman again.

Growling she took a few more steps towards the end. The water bounced down from the sky and a few small droplets hit her on the cheek. She whipped them away and glared out into the darkness at the creatures that walked along the perimeter of the ships. Dahl was afraid to turn the lights off. They were sitting in the darkness waiting for the return of the men and Fiona wanted to carve out her own path instead of sitting around and waiting.

"They'll be back." The blonde woman took a few steps down the ramp, confusing Fiona's stare into the void as worry.

"I know." She turned slightly, looking up at Dahl. There wasn't much resemblance to her and Fry, just the blonde hair. They had different builds, different gear, different attitudes, but in that moment Fiona could see the captain in Dahl's features. The fearless struggle the woman had gone through to crawl her way through the darkness to stop Riddick from leaving. She had seen the sorrow and fear in Dahl's eyes when Lockspur and Moss were slaughtered in the merc shack, very much so the same sorrow she had seen in Fry's eyes when Paris was gobbled up. It was weakness.

"What are you Fiona?"

"That's an interesting question."

"It's one I never thought to ask."

"You just assumed like everyone else does."

"I want to know."

Fiona sighed, taking a few steps back towards the opening of the ship. She didn't miss the small step back out of caution from Dahl, the hand on the pistol. A woman that had once considered her an equal now thought of her as an enemy and she couldn't help but smile.

"You show a little bit of difference and they think of you as a threat." Fiona gestured towards Dahl's hand on her weapon. "Don't trust me anymore?"

"Who says I ever did?"

"Oh you did. Don't deny it Dahl. You thought of me as your little sister, the one you lost ten years ago. My eyes might be off a little but I know she was a brunette too." The grin amplified the rate at which Dahl's heart was pounding and Fiona chuckled, taking the last couple of steps to stand right in front of the woman. She was breathing heavily, her blood was pumping erratically, and her heart was hammering much too quickly. At this rate she would call the entire planet of beasts to her place of location.

"You're just like him."

"Who?" Fiona unraveled her arms and stuffed her hands in her front pockets.

"Riddick?"

"Yeah?"

"Two heartless pricks."

"Wouldn't stop you from fucking one of us though." Fiona winked, pushing past the woman to step into the empty bay. There was one bike left, strapped down on the back-right side. She figured that if they didn't come back she could go out there and get what she needed. No one would stop her, and if they tried she'd handle it.

"You're not the Fiona we picked up."

"No I'm not." She sighed, turning around to watch Dahl move closer. Her hand was off her weapon now, arms crossed. Her brows were set in a straight line as she stared confused at Fiona. Luna was up in the seats at the front of the bay listening, Fiona could hear his hands working on cleaning his weapon he barely ever fired. His rosary bounced against his neck. "I was a different woman before you met me, and I have just recently been introduced to her once again."

"You remember?"

"Yes. I remember quite a few things. It's funny how triggers work. You never really know whats going to cause the floodgates to open."

"And?"

"And what Dahl?"

"What are you Fiona?"

What are you, what are you, what are you?

"The child of darkness shall be raised in the evil that the world provides. She shall overcome the trials and tribulations, rise up and encompass the world around her to take on a new order. A new kind of evil."

"It's complicated."

"This isn't junior high and I'm not some fucking moron, explain it." She was getting frustrated. Luna shifted at the tone of Dahl's voice, his feet carrying him further into the room so he could see what was happening. Fiona could feel him just behind her. He wouldn't get a shot off before she cut his throat.

"I don't think you deserve an answer."

"Excuse me?" Dahl's anger was building, a flaw in her that Fiona had noticed when she met the woman. Her emotions got the best of her, mainly when people tried to put her down a peg.

"You heard me."

"We fucking took your ass in and fed you, took care of you. You were a senseless little helpless girl at a bar asking some random fucking stranger for passage. You're lucky it was Johns and not some backwater Fuckwad."

"Yeah, Johns and his whole crew, saviors. And yet you've known who I was this entire time, haven't you?"

Luna shifted and his gun was lifted to the ready, his eyes bouncing between the two women in front of him who were fuming. Fiona stepped to the left, pushing herself out of his line of fire, unknowingly to him.

"That's beside the point. Johns asked me to keep my mouth shut."

"Well congratulations. You're a fucking tool too. Join the party." Fiona steadied herself, watching Dahls hand as it tensed up on the handle of her pistol. She wanted her to pull it, she wanted her to defend herself, take that extra step. Then she could bump the woman off for being a jackass and not feel bad about it. And when Johns returned she'd wait for him to get squared away and then toss his ass out the back, leaving him there to be eaten, just like his son. She could feel the fire growing inside her, her body radiating warmth as she took a step closer to Dahl, hoping to push the woman's nerves to the edge.

"Why are you doing this?" She was catching on. The look in her eyes, the removal of her hand from her weapon, she was figuring it out. Fiona had to give her props, she didn't expect it.

"Because once again I've been used as a means to an end and I'm not privy to being a toy. I'll take whats mine and move on with no regrets."

"It might have been using you but that was all Johns." Dahl took a step away and sighed, dropping her head slightly to look at the ground. She was thinking over her choice of words, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Luna stood at the ready just on her right and she glanced over at him, flipping her hand at him for him to leave. With hesitance the boy backed up, dropping his gun and taking a few steps back into the shadows. "Fiona, if I had been allowed to tell you I would have."

"Bullshit."

"You think what you want, but I speak the truth. You are right. You remind me of her and I..." Dahls voice grew quiet as she returned her eyes to Fiona's. The rain continued to drizzle down onto the earth. Fiona could hear the purr of the beasts just outside, their hiss as they tried to test the light on their skin. It wouldn't do them any good, they couldn't get much closer, but they were stupid. Amid it all she could hear the roar of the approaching bike. Two miles out, if she wasn't mistaken. "I never meant to hurt you. This sappy shit isn't my best, but I want you to know that. You have always been important to me."

Fiona had no words.

She swallowed the air that sat in her mouth and pulled oxygen into her lungs through her nose slowly. Her heart hammered away in her chest as she tried to decide what to do next. Her anger was senseless, she knew that. This was an emotional play she wasn't ready for, all of her memories coming back so abruptly, she had two different lives in her head.

The bike roared through the silence, slamming up the ramp with unimaginable speed. Fiona jumped back as it braked and rocked in the space before finally dying down. The nodes hit the ground, and Johns feet joined them a second later.

No Riddick.

"Where is he?" Fiona spoke up, stepping up to Johns as he caught his breathe and removed the rain goggles from his forehead.

"Got stuck, had to leave him. I brought what we need." He motioned for Dahl to take the nodes but she hesitated. Her eyes bounced from Fiona to her boss, a battle raging in her head. "Are you fucking kidding me? He's a fucking convict. Dahl get the fucking nodes, come on."

But she didn't move.

He tossed his arms into the air and grabbed one himself, hauling it up the bay to the captain chair, dragging it along the ground behind him. Luna perched there on the edge, watching with an indifference about him. All three watched as Johns slammed the node in and headed to the seat, manually closing the bay door from his chair.

"Strap in we're flying out in five." His voice echoed in the silence, the sound of the rain a faint tapping on the metal now.

"Johns."

"I'm not having this fucking conversation with you Dahl. Strap in or you can stay behind with him." So she did as she was told, glancing once more at Fiona before heading up and taking a seat. Luna was behind her, unsure of who to follow as his entire crew was gone now. The space stood between Fiona and her choice. Each second ticked by, the ship turning on in different places now that its power was fully restored. The minutes were dwindling and she needed to decide quickly if she was going to stay with Riddick and fight in the darkness or fly high and leave the planet behind.

Her two worlds collided in her head as she tried to decipher her thoughts. Fingers twitching in thin air she let out a sigh before heading up towards the seats. Dahl's smile was trying to remain reassuring as the ship lifted off the ground, feet sliding into place.

"Fiona, take a seat." Johns voice was thick with demand, his attention in front of him, not on her. She nodded, sinking into one of the chairs and reaching for the latches. As they pulled up above the ground and left the world grew silent. The ticking of the ship was the only noise and Fiona felt her stomach sink as she clicked the belt into place over her chest.

But she felt him still. Her eyes closed, her fingers twitched, and she tried to push it away but she could feel him. She knew he was there, she knew he was alive. The world was tormented below with the storm, and the cries of the animals that were hit by their light was loud but she could hear his heart beat in her ears, feel his breath on her neck.

She shuttered, quickly unlatching her belt and standing just behind Johns. The ship rocked and she almost lost her footing but she steadied herself, watching the darkness below as he scaled along the surface.

"You're looking for him." Her words could have fallen on deaf ears as there were no responses to be had. But Johns dipped down towards the ground none the less and Fiona's eyes searched for the man on the ground who was crawling his way to a vantage point.

His breathing was shallow, his eyes closed tight as he laid there on the floor. Dahl was as soaked as him and she unlatched the harness from herself. Riddick's heart was erratic, Fiona watching from her seat as he shifted slightly. Johns continued to push the ship off the ground and into the air, away from the chaos.

"Take us back to the merc shack."

"Excuse me?" He turned to look at her, eyes dancing in the darkness.

"There's a second ship there, take us back."

Johns debated, returning his attention to the front. When he pulled back the controls and slowed to swivel Fiona silently thanked him, watching as the man on the floor came to and picked himself up. Dahl helped him to stand, her hands lingering on his shoulders before helping him into a chair and taking her own seat. Fiona kept her eyes forward, ignoring everyone around her until they were descending to the ground. She was quick about it, getting herself up as soon as they touched. She gathered the other node, let herself out, and stepping into the rain only to drop the hatch of Santana's ship and crawl inside. She made quick work of booting up the ship, doing a system check and running diagnostics.

"I didn't know you knew anything about ships." Dahls voice was behind her, startling her only slightly.

"Recent memory as it were."

"Nifty how that works."

Fiona turned slowly, watching as the woman stood there, a hulk of a man behind her, now standing ten feet tall and reformed. He didn't look as if he had just fought to the end of his time, crawling on hands and knees to the top of a mountain to be flight lifted out of his sure death. She shook her head, chuckling slightly as she smiled up at Dahl.

"Goodbye then?"

"I suppose so."

Fiona rose slowly, standing in front of the woman she had grown close to. It was strange, looking at her now, not only as a friend but as an enemy. She had never considered mercs as horrible until she had been reminded of her past, and this moment was one for the records in her stored box of emotions. She couldn't go with Dahl, no matter how much a part of her wanted to return to the last five years and forget the rest of her life she had been so recently reminded of. It didn't work that way.

"Take care of her Riddick. She's important to me." With that Dahl turned and left, heading out of ship two to return to ship one. Fiona was alone, standing before the hulk himself, a silence growing between them. She turned her back to him, closing the bay and turning the ship on full. The engines fired up and she took the captain seat, listening as Riddick stepped forward and took the co-pilot chair. It was backwards, it was all backwards. She was never in charge, and she could feel the shift between them. Her fingers made light work over the keyboard as she lifted the ship and set it to pull off the planet. Destination undecided just yet.

All she knew was that the man beside her smelled, different.

She glanced in his direction, watching as he removed his goggles and strapped in. His eyes bounced around the controls before finally meeting her gaze. His iris as she remembered them shined in the dark, the bringer of death, the bringer of pleasure. She could see it all in those orbs. His heart rate would be considered steady but she could feel the speed of it, and she knew it was abnormal. She could smell the scent on him, the blood under his clothes where the gashes sat unattended to.

Johns shot past them, rising above the storm clouds and Fiona returned her attention to the front to follow the merc. Some kind of deal had been made in her absence and she didn't need to question it. The merc wasn't following them and as she climbed out of the clouds and into the bright sky she quickly lowered the sun block shield.

"Where too?" His voice was rough around the edges, pain evident in his tone.

She wondered if he was slipping or if her heightened awareness of him was making this moment more surreal for her. It was odd, it was discomforting, knowing that the man she had considered a god and untouchable for years was beside her now, no more an untouchable being but an equal.

"Where were you intending on taking your free ride when you called out for public transportation?"

Riddick chuckled, leaning in towards her to take over the controls. She watched as he made light work of programming in a destination, a place she didn't know about. She scanned the specs of the forest planet, noting its attributes and lack of civilization. When he was done he leaned back in his chair and grinned, glancing over at her.

"Are we taking a nap then?" His question plagued her as she thought about its intention.

"I've been asleep for quite some time now. I'd much rather stay awake."

Yeah, that's right. I've done it again. THERE'S ANOTHER STORY COMING OUT! God, I need a life, and a moment to collect my sanity but I just... I can't end it there. You know? It might be a shorter story, or a longer one, I don't know yet. All I know is that there are a LOT of unanswered questions in this series yet and I aim to answer them soon enough.

So look out for the next installment! It'll be titled Revelations. Should be out soon. I've already started working. THANKS! If you want to keep reading about Fiona and Riddick, and step into the dirty (wink wink) that will be in the next story subscribe to me! So you can at least get the notification regarding the start of Revelations.

Cheers.